Thursday, January 26, 2017

American Madness (1932) reaffirms
the decency and pluckiness of the American people even though filmed during the
depths of the Great Depression and boldly addresses the financial crisis of the
day.

Hollywood
has the reputation of producing fantasy films during this period to take us
away from our troubles, but really there were just as many hard-hitting and
bravely realistic films that unflinchingly examined the perils of everyday life
among a population with 25% unemployment.

“It
is what it is” is a saying common today, and this is the attitude adopted by
the characters in this movie with the foreboding title.They see things the way they are and they
scramble to survive.It was the worst
year of the Great Depression, but the presidential campaigns of Herbert Hoover
versus Franklin D. Roosevelt get no play in this story, nor any mention of “someday
this will all be over”.Nobody’s waiting
for someday; we’re just waiting out today, and yet this is not a movie of weary
acceptance, but of vigor, humor, and if there is little optimism, there is at
least a belligerent refusal to succumb.

Pat
O’Brien plays a bank clerk in a large New York City bank.He opens the vault in the morning in a long
sequence, a process of many steps, while fellow tellers wait to enter and
remove rolling steel cases with all the money in it. Director Frank Capra uses this imagery
masterfully. They laconically talk of $25,000
transactions for the bank, but when O’Brien asks a fellow teller if he can
borrow ten bucks, he is told, “Sorry, pal, didn’t you ever hear of a
Depression?”

The
scene is both an ironic image of water, water everywhere but not a drop to
drink—which must have driven poor audiences crazy, and also sets up the plot of
the story.The bank will be robbed, and
Pat O’Brien will be the prime suspect.

Sterling
Holloway, with that slow and sticky as honey Winnie the Pooh voice and the
impossible mop of hair as his trademark is another teller. He self-importantly milks
his story, being the one who discovered the vault had been broken into and a
guard killed.Black humor is the order
of the day. Later Holloway tells
O’Brien, “I’ll be seeing you in the breadlines.”

Photo from Stars of the Photoplay, 1930

But
this is no gangster movie; it’s a message film, as so many movies during the
Depression and distinctly about the
Depression were message films.Walter
Huston is the bank president, who built this business from nothing.Though he has a board of directors, it’s his
bank. He picks and chooses his deals, he
loans to people he trusts rather than who have a good credit rating.He is no airy optimist who sees only good in
people; he can spot a no-good person in a minute. He is stubbornly independent, and this makes
his board crazy.They are trying to take
power from him and merge with another bank.

“Talk
is you’re too liberal,” his chief antagonist accuses him in an angry moment.

“Yes,
and I’m going to going to continue to be liberal.” he answers.When he rolls off a list of names of small
businessmen he’s made loans to—to the chagrin of the board of officers—it reads
like a who’s who of the “huddled masses yearning to breathe free”: Manny Goldberg,
Tony Rosario, Joseph McDonald, Alan Jones.The script writer is pointedly including an ethnic smorgasbord as a
demonstration of Walter Huston’s lack of bigotry as much as his fiscal liberality.

“Character.It’s the only thing you can bank on, and it’s
the only thing that’ll take this country out of the doldrums,” he says.

Sometimes
in movies of this period, the big businessman is portrayed as a bad guy, and
sometimes as a pie-in-the-sky dreamer of well-intentioned but almost moronic
innocence.Huston is neither.He’s a savvy banker, and a great guy who
treats his employees like pals, and even rescued Pat O’Brien from his life as
an ex-con, trusting him with handling the bank’s money in his teller’s job—but
Huston is not a man without fault.He is
impatient, brusque with those who oppose his solitary command, and so intently
focused on his business that he neglects his adored wife.This will lead to trouble.

Interestingly,
pretty nearly all the action in this movie takes place in the bank.It is a marble temple of columns and mahogany,
where a large staff, from male tellers in suits to the secretaries,
receptionists and telephone operator, and uniformed guards, are on the payroll
and serving the public with polished shoes and brave smiles. Not an ATM in
site.It’s gloriously opulent in
architecture, décor, and human service in a way banks now are not.It lends confidence as much as money.

The
head cashier, played by Gavin Gordon, is involved with gangsters, to whom he
owes $50,000 from gambling losses. To
square things with them, he agrees to fiddle with the timed lock on the vault
so they can sneak in, in the middle of the night, and rob the bank.To plan his own alibi, he cozies up to Walter
Huston’s neglected wife, played by Kay Johnson, takes her out for the evening, and brings her back to
his apartment.She is more interested in
a fun evening with someone to talk to, not an affair, and when he gets too
amorous, she is embarrassed and backs away. At that moment, Pat O’Brien interferes.He suspects their relationship and wants to
protect the boss who gave him a second chance.

Photo by Ruth Harriet Louise from Stars of the Photoplay, 1930

There
is a tense scene of confrontation, and a gun drawn, but both O’Brien and the
wife leave, neither realizing the bank is about to be robbed in five
minutes.O’Brien, by virtue of his
criminal past, will be accused of orchestrating the job and he will not confess
to the cops where he was when the job went down—getting his boss’s wife away
from a dalliance in other man’s apartment.

A
dual plot of the bank’s solvency runs along with the news of the theft the next
morning, and a scene that steamrolls through the rest of the movie concerns the
public’s trust of the bank.A few come
to make transactions, and when they notice the cops doing their investigation,
rumors spread of the bank’s insolvency.More and more people spread the gossip on the phone and in whispered,
then screamed conversations on the street.A full-blown panic occurs, and a mob of customers floods the great
marble lobby of the bank, a sea of bobbing heads and urgent, angry shouting.Lots of extras got work that day.It’s an exciting, fast-paced sequence of
events.Capra doesn’t just film the mob
as an inhuman mass—he picks out the individuals and never fails to show us
inside the soul of the common man.

An
elderly woman begs for her money, fearful of going to “the old ladies’ home.”No social safety nets (this is before
FDR).She’d be lucky to get into an old
ladies’ home.The only other alternative
was a Hooverville in a park or under a highway bridge.

Mob
mentality is ugly and stupid, and frightening.The bank’s board of directors, though understandably horrified,
nevertheless are pleased to use this as an opportunity to pry Huston from his
seat of power. They wait for him to
fail, so they can sell their shares of the bank and complete the merger.

Pat
O’Brien endeavors to rescue his boss. He shouts two conversations at once into
two candlestick telephones to alert the small-time businessmen who have loans
with the bank to come and help. He and his girlfriend, played by Constance
Cummings, who also works at the bank, man the phones like election campaign
workers.

Finally,
the cavalry comes in the form of the aforementioned small businessmen: Manny
Goldberg, Tony Rosario, Joseph McDonald, and Alan Jones, and all their like who
got their loans from Walter Huston.It’s
a It’s a Wonderful Life ending with
the men pushing their way through the chaos and announcing in defiant voices
that they are depositing thousands of dollars, that they will put their faith
in Huston.

The
panic is over.The board of directors have
a change of heart, as armored cars arrive and guards carry in sacks of money. People cheer as at a football game, and leave
in relief.

But
Huston’s troubles are not over.Though
Pat O’Brien stubbornly will not tell the cops he has an alibi for the time of
the robbery—because it would implicate the boss’s wife and shame his
benefactor—nevertheless the cops put two and two together and go after head
teller Gavin Gordon. There is a chase in
the bank, through employees’ lockers in the cloakroom.Gordon has a gun.

But
the news about Huston’s wife gets out, and Huston is devastated, on the brink
of suicide.His wife attempts to console
him.

Pat
O’Brien is exonerated.The panic is
over, but, just as in the days after the stock market crash of 1929, the time
has come to settle in, calm down, and figure out what to do next.

The
ending is less exuberant than we might expect ordinarily, but it is more
comforting. Pat O’Brien keeps his job,
he and his girl will marry, and Huston has patched things up with his
wife.He is not going to neglect her
anymore, but will start on a second honeymoon and travel to Europe on the great
liner, the Berengaria.

A
footnote that the movie does not refer to, but that we may note here, is that
the R.M.S. Berengaria, as
we noted in this previous post, sailed from London to New York that very
week of the great stock market crash in October 1929.It was the first ship to have a special salon
for trading stocks over the shortwave radio.Millionaires passed the time during the sea voyage keeping up with the
news of their investments.

They
left England millionaires, at
least.They docked in New York, paupers.

Huston’s
bank evidently weathered the Crash.The
movie ends with another long, ponderous sequence of Pat O’Brien carefully opening
up the vault for another business day. Shoulder to the wheel, literally.

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Tomorrow,
Turner Classic Movies is presenting a day of Debbie Reynolds films to
commemorate her passing and celebrate her movie career.One of those films will be Singin’ in the Rain(1952).Come back next week for a discussion on the
recent big screen showing nationwide of Singin’in the Rain.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Have a look at the short The House I Live In (1945). We start a new year of blogging today, and a new era tomorrow. We're going to accentuate the positive this year, look for hope in the darkness, and maybe finding it in each other. I'm with Frank, I don't like Nazi creeps, either, especially ones that call themselves Americans. But there is yet an overwhelming tenor of decency and fairness and compassion in this country that even the worst monsters among us can't defeat. I like the way he grins, looks the mob of kids in the eye ("you have to be carefully taught") and calls them Nazis, hoping they'll challenge him."Religion makes no difference, except maybe to a Nazi or somebody as stupid." Great line. Lump the Nazis with stupid people. Call a spade a spade. Trample all over their self-superiority. There were plenty of people in this country who would have seen this short in the theaters in 1945 and thought that Hollywood was overstepping its bounds, preaching a liberal message. To borrow another classic movie reference, the bad guys are coming into town at high noon tomorrow. Let's meet them at the train. Don't forget to grin when you challenge them by calling them Nazis or somebody as stupid, and hit them with unwavering, unrelenting truth. They hate that. They have no defense against truth, except more lies, and we've heard them all by now. If they cannot feel shame for their words or their deeds, then make them feel aggravation that respect, let alone cooperation, will be denied them. Let them know the apologists and excuse-makers among them will be held equally accountable as the instigators. Force them to look into the mirror of their depravity. And don't forget to grin.This year we'll be covering a lot of movies with plucky heroes - in classic films they come in the form of the average joe, the little guy - and they come to us in comedies as well as dramas. We'll be spending a good part of the summer with musicals - an art form as unabashedly exuberant as any known to man. We're going to examine this house we live in, and clean it up a little.See you next Thursday, when we'll discuss a plucky Pat O'Brien who helps to stop a run on Walter Huston's bank in the coincidentally named American Madness (1932).

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Recent Comments on Past Posts:

It Happened to Jane is special to my family. My mother was selected to play the wife of Aaron Caldwell, the Chester town selectman in the movie and has a speaking part about the parking meter revenues gathered from outside his general store in the town center. My older brother was one of the cub scouts delivering coal donated by town residents to fuel Old 97. We grew up in Deep River. A few years ago a niece provided every member of music family copies of It Happened to Jane on DVD. The Connecticut River valley was truly an idyllic spot for growing up in the mid-Twentieth Century!

Thank you, the Lux Theatre broadcast was absolutely marvelous, and far superior, as you have indicated, the film. I have always admired Dorothy McGuire, and she has it all over Jean Peters. This is not as clear cut a differential between Joseph Cotton and Dan Dailey, but at this point in their grand careers, I will take Dan. Again thank you.

I jus watched this and I have to agree... the ending let me down. She left Howard Keel!!!! I've had a crush on him since seeing Seven Brides when I was 10.I did love the message that Rose Marie can be herself.But I'm still sad. Seriously, Rose Marie, you chose the wrong man.

My wife and I go back two decades for our love of “Remember the Night” and its heartwarming story...P.S. As I type these words I am reminded of the inscription my wife had engraved inside the wedding ring I now wear… “Remember The Night.”

Beautiful piece, Jacqueline, about yet another movie from the Unjustly Forgotten file. I agree a video release is decades overdue, (What is wrong with Universal Home Video? You'd think the only movies they ever made were monsters and Abbott & Costello. And don't even get me started on the pre-'48 Paramounts they're sitting on.) I count myself lucky to have scored a decent 16mm print on eBay some years back; otherwise it would have been a good 40 years since I saw it.

I happened upon this piece and wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed reading it. Really a great appreciation of a wonderful movie. Raoul Walsh is one of my favorite directors and this is the first of his movies I ever remember seeing--it was on the big screen back in 1952 so I guess that dates me but a movie like this was ideal for my age, both for the adventure and romance.

I guess I'm going to be busy reading all your blogs that touch on events I'm familiar with.

Judgement At Nuremberg caught my attention as I had the privilege of working in it for some 60 days. But more so as the German WWII history always recall my own trials during the war.

I suppose we filmed this around 1959-1960 which is not that long after the ending of the war. Reconstruction in Europe was far from accomplished. For the audience in 1961 this history was still a part of everyone's life.

I was overwhelmed sitting in that set and listening to the greatest actors of that generation orate day after day... an endless live theater.